Dark Moments
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alt="Into the Wild by Andreas Flögel"
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Into the Wild by Andreas Flögel
Oh, Darling, now I understand your love for nature's beauty and loneliness. Sparkling dew drops on the grass, the song of birds, rustling trees. I was a fool to miss...
Into the Wild by Andreas Flögel
Oh, Darling, now I understand your love for nature's beauty and loneliness. Sparkling dew drops on the grass, the song of birds, rustling trees. I was a fool to miss...
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alt="The Camping Trip by Lark Richmond"
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The Camping Trip by Lark Richmond
Garbage bags, duct tape, and a saw in a black bag in his trunk. Millie was right. She'd sent me terrifying stories about camping dates gone wrong, but she couldn't...
The Camping Trip by Lark Richmond
Garbage bags, duct tape, and a saw in a black bag in his trunk. Millie was right. She'd sent me terrifying stories about camping dates gone wrong, but she couldn't...
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alt="Apex Predator by Scott O'Neill"
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Apex Predator by Scott O'Neill
Twelve hundred pounds of angry Kodiak bear sliced the tents, guide, and tour group into bloody lasagna. The two survivors hid behind the campsite’s redolent porta-potty. Ronnie pulled a stubby...
Apex Predator by Scott O'Neill
Twelve hundred pounds of angry Kodiak bear sliced the tents, guide, and tour group into bloody lasagna. The two survivors hid behind the campsite’s redolent porta-potty. Ronnie pulled a stubby...
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alt="Stinking Dirt by Ann Wuehler"
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Stinking Dirt by Ann Wuehler
My firstborn crawls out of the hole I dug with my strong hands beneath Snakestone Bridge. I pant beneath the arch of stone and rotting wood. Her tiny hands grip...
Stinking Dirt by Ann Wuehler
My firstborn crawls out of the hole I dug with my strong hands beneath Snakestone Bridge. I pant beneath the arch of stone and rotting wood. Her tiny hands grip...
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alt="Cross Me Twice by Luc Diamant"
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Cross Me Twice by Luc Diamant
The problem wasn’t that the bridge at the end of our street led to a different place each time you crossed it, but that once out of every hundred times...
Cross Me Twice by Luc Diamant
The problem wasn’t that the bridge at the end of our street led to a different place each time you crossed it, but that once out of every hundred times...
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alt="What Remains by Francesco Levato"
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What Remains by Francesco Levato
This isn’t a gateway to hell. It’s not one of those bridges. There are no billy goats crossing, or hungry trolls lying in wait. If you approach on a moonlit...
What Remains by Francesco Levato
This isn’t a gateway to hell. It’s not one of those bridges. There are no billy goats crossing, or hungry trolls lying in wait. If you approach on a moonlit...
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alt="The Mould by Liam Dragan"
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The Mould by Liam Dragan
There is mould under every bridge. Seeping into foundations, winding through brick and around rebar. It isn't on the blueprints and definitely violates regulations. When someone crosses the bridge, heading...
The Mould by Liam Dragan
There is mould under every bridge. Seeping into foundations, winding through brick and around rebar. It isn't on the blueprints and definitely violates regulations. When someone crosses the bridge, heading...
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alt="The Bridge to Burnet Island"
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The Bridge to Burnet Island
“The explosives are set.” “Where’d you find dynamite?” “Charlie Hatcher had some from when his company worked on Highway 12. He gave it to me as long as I promised...
The Bridge to Burnet Island
“The explosives are set.” “Where’d you find dynamite?” “Charlie Hatcher had some from when his company worked on Highway 12. He gave it to me as long as I promised...
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alt="Meet Me at the Old Bridge"
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Meet Me at the Old Bridge
It was the third time Nora had left the house on her own. Three times, the usually obedient five-year-old had been found on the old bridge. I fought back tears....
Meet Me at the Old Bridge
It was the third time Nora had left the house on her own. Three times, the usually obedient five-year-old had been found on the old bridge. I fought back tears....
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alt="Good Samaritan"
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Good Samaritan
“Wait! Don’t!” The man stands close, almost within arm’s reach. His voice sounds panicked. “Please come down. It’s not safe up there.” The wind is hitting me a little harder...
Good Samaritan
“Wait! Don’t!” The man stands close, almost within arm’s reach. His voice sounds panicked. “Please come down. It’s not safe up there.” The wind is hitting me a little harder...
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alt="The Cold Spot by Tracy Davidson"
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The Cold Spot by Tracy Davidson
It lies halfway across the bridge. Makes people shiver, even on hot nights. Legend speaks of a long-armed troll, that grabs folk by their heels, drags them to their deaths...
The Cold Spot by Tracy Davidson
It lies halfway across the bridge. Makes people shiver, even on hot nights. Legend speaks of a long-armed troll, that grabs folk by their heels, drags them to their deaths...
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alt="Cannibal Bridge by Jodi Jensen"
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Cannibal Bridge by Jodi Jensen
“You gonna do it?” Jeremy looked at the derelict bridge, considering. “I don’t know, man. It’s creepy. Why’s it called Cannibal Bridge, anyway?” “I dunno, maybe cannibals live under it.”...
Cannibal Bridge by Jodi Jensen
“You gonna do it?” Jeremy looked at the derelict bridge, considering. “I don’t know, man. It’s creepy. Why’s it called Cannibal Bridge, anyway?” “I dunno, maybe cannibals live under it.”...